"Oh, good thing you didn't meet me a few days ago. My hair was pink..." She had changed it not too long ago because she'd been having one of those confused moments and the red hair shocker had helped. "I just changed it on a whim. Actually if you look really close you might be able to see some of it still." It hadn't been a very good job to be honest.
Evan smiled at her and shook his head. "I supposed it'll take some getting used to. Randomly changing hair and all. But at the same time it's not a bad thing really. At least I'll know what changed. It'll be obvious. You don't seem like the kinda girl that'd go for a small change. And I won't get yelled at for not noticing something like a haircut or a hair dye-job. Thanks for that. Makes my world a little easier to deal with."
"Oh, I wouldn't yell at you for not noticing... I'd pout and get mopey," she grinned, teasing him, "Make you feel horrible and buy a present for me to make up for it." Honestly, she wasn't sure what she'd do but that sounded like a good plan. "Have you ever really gotten yelled at for that?"
"Yeah." he nodded. "I think my ex girlfriends have yelled at me for just about everything. If they make it to girlfriend status at least. Usually I'll mention working where I work and then they'll either run away right then, or think they can handle it and then run away a few days later when it gets too 'odd' for them to deal with." Evan explained.
"Huh," was about all she managed because she was not going to ask about if or when she'd reach girlfriend status although by her calculations she was probably already ahead by a bit... No, they'd just met. There was still time to screw up. "I don't see what the big deal is about your job... Someone's got to do it. After all, you could be a sewage attendant."
"Yeah, I know." he nodded. "I mean I guess I don't mind it so much or whatever because I've been around it my whole life. Death is just... death to me." Evan shrugged. That was about the best way to explain it. "But most of the girls I've dated or whatever don't seem to think the same I guess. Death is this big creepy thing and they always think about me touching someone who'd just died and then them or something which I guess is gross, but it's not like I don't wash my hands a gazillion times a day."
"Oh ew, now that's in my head," she teased although it really was in her head now. But to her, in a way, it was no different than handling their personal objects after they died. And of course, there were the spirits that hung around at all hours of the day and night. Dorcas... knew things about the other side that those other girls couldn't possibly know. "Death is just part of the process... It's what happens afterword that should be troubling."
Evan shrugged. "I'm just used to it. And I guess I just have to concentrate on finding someone else who's used to it and can deal with it. I mean, it's not like I bring my work home or anything, I don't. That would be disgusting and I'd totally get it if they thought that was gross or creepy. Hell, I think that's gross and creepy."
"Well... I can promise you, I'm not going to up and run away unless you actually do start taking your work home," she scrunched up her nose because that was just ridiculously nasty to think about. Except now she wanted to watch Quills. Stupid Joaquin Phoenix making necrophilia sexy. "You don't happen to own Quills do you...?" Why had that come out of her mouth!?
"No." he said, shaking his head. "I've seen it though. And no, I'm not into bringing dead bodies home. And I'm not into taking girls to work either. Part of the reason I don't live at home anymore, even though it'd be even closer to work." he chuckled, shaking his head a little. Evan wanted to bring girls home and he didn't want his parents around and he didn't want death around either if he could help it. "Promise there aren't any dead people around."